Fusion Of God Stars © Surazeus 2024 12 06 I feel slow flow of years cold in my veins with mind-expanding pleasure of ice pain complete with ardent sentences in vain that bloom as violets on smudged window panes, which catch words of my breath no one else hears, pristine as raindrops with arresting fears. My mind is jumbled as bleak field of stones contriving spells in runes on my arm bone that proves to thought police I am no clone though I construct temple of crystal cones, measured by eccentric spin of brain gears which operate contraption of social fears. Half-buried under howling desert sands, still clutching flag of my forgotten land, I rise at dawn to consider my brand with logo designed by demonic hands, which signifies quality of my cars powered by mental fusion of god stars. Confused by honest wisdom of mind tricks, employed by jester with the magic stick, I investigate my broad bailiwick to build pyramid from honey-baked bricks, then Ishtar crowns me Emperor of Mars through incarnation of wise avatars. Eager for rebirth from electric clocks, I gestate as dragon soul in glass rock to inventory god-souls kept in stock by workers wandering lost in office blocks, while their mothers linger in open doors for weary travelers on misty moors. Basing our self-worth on comments of friends, we study magazines for the hot trend that predicts how much money we will spend in compensation for small dividends, so I keep joining sweet angelic choirs to sing with robins on telephone wires. Persephone cares for workers in mines by flashing dreams of Heaven in each mind so they drink sweet illusions of the vine, then hides gleam of the sun with bamboo blinds, so we journey north with herd of kind bears who take us safe to forest of ripe pears. Mistranslating old American tunes with vibrant empathy of the sad moon, I join millions of ghosts in dream balloon to build quaint temples in moonlit lagoons, then teach brave humans how to face their fears till mutant fools have become palace seers.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, December 6, 2024
Fusion Of God Stars
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Orpheus compiles anthology of old American tunes which he performs at vaudeville shows for enthusiastic audiences of fallen angels.
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